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Yet in this life Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ; Lichid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , Lay by all nicety , and prolixious blushes ...
Yet in this life Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ; Lichid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , Lay by all nicety , and prolixious blushes ...
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Be ready , Claudio , for your death to - morrow ! Re - enter Provost . Claud . Yes . - Has he atfections in him , Provost , a word with you .
Be ready , Claudio , for your death to - morrow ! Re - enter Provost . Claud . Yes . - Has he atfections in him , Provost , a word with you .
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In the delaying death . Abhor . What , ho , Barnardine ! Prov . Alack ! how may I do it ? having the hour li- Barn . [ Within . ] A pox o'your throats !
In the delaying death . Abhor . What , ho , Barnardine ! Prov . Alack ! how may I do it ? having the hour li- Barn . [ Within . ] A pox o'your throats !
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[ Pulls of the Friar's hood , Where Claudio stoop'd to death , and with like haste ;and discovers the Duke . Away with him ! Duke .
[ Pulls of the Friar's hood , Where Claudio stoop'd to death , and with like haste ;and discovers the Duke . Away with him ! Duke .
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And that shall Claudio know , so shall the prince , My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; And all of them , that thus dishonour her .
And that shall Claudio know , so shall the prince , My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; And all of them , that thus dishonour her .
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Page 367 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
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Page 267 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 254 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Ernst Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 830 pages |
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